There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gambling man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

MUSIC

Oh mother' tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

Well' I got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Well' there is a house in New Orleans

OVER